Annie of Tamaroa


© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved


[An ekphrastic poem written about my new dog, recently adopted from the local Humane Society]


Lovely small female rat terrier mix

Short legged, stocky, sturdy, squatty

Mostly white with large brown splotches

A few freckles scattered here and there

Both ears brown, flopped over when relaxed

Tucked back tight when alert or excited

Piercing eyes, framed in black masking

Expressing intelligence and a smile

Head brown with black muzzle and nose

White tipped nose with black freckles

White back semi-saddled with brown

Hips resemble the dachshund family

Tail medium length, curls over back

White flagged towards the rear end

Short smooth bright coat with sheen

Nice dog with friendly demeanor.

Her name is Annie of Tamaroa

From the Apple Dumpling Gang.


Day 9 NaPoWriMo

A Big Hairy Deal

hairy Day


© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved


My world started out all right

Till I was aroused by pleasures

I believed my strength was tough

But easily gave in at a whim

I didn’t measure up at all

To my potentials and fizzled

Let down my very best friend

Pride slithered down the sewer

Guess that’s where it belonged

Always prided myself as good

Compared with others I did shine

Till real life choices knocked me down

Hammered in the awful bad fixes

“Everybody does it so no hairy deal”

Well it was and is a big deal to me

Though I’ve skewered self many times

That’s the whole crux of this poem

One can slip out of that sewer hole

Wipe up and put on new clothes

Clean under those finger nails too

Comb the hair and affix that smile

Let it beam out from your heart

You know you are better now

Learned how to swat those flies

Peskies trying to get under your skin

You know how to block their end zones

And can shine your sun every day

Into your new life, you’re born again

You met the Man and He sure can

Make you new and vibrant too

Chucked those sins into the farthest sea

They are no more and you are free

To be loved and loving others too

Chin up, eyes ahead, rest my friend

In the love and peace of Jesus Christ

The Son of God, the Son of Man

Learn of Him and open your heart

He’s waiting for your sincere request

Embrace His love and forgiveness

Heaven is yours for evermore


Day 7 NaPoWriMo


One Seed

Young Mother Kissing Infant


© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved


You are my brother, sister, mother

No matter what the creed

My aunt, uncle, or my father

We started from one seed


You’ll never walk alone, my friend

We’re all just family

Take my hand, my heart, my all

Love will show the way


God commands us love him first

Then love our fellow man

He sent his Son to put down sin

And let his glory shine.


May God bless your heart and soul

Accept his gift of love

Christ is the ransom for your sins

Believe, be born again!

Day 4 NaPoWriMo

You can’t go home again . . .

2grams home


© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved


An old adage says you can’t go home again

Once you’ve grown up and moved on.

Don’t believe a word of this, my friend

You can return to those times so fond.


Yes, you can!

I can and do.

You can too!


Sit back; close your eyes;

Open up your mind.

Pick a place or memory

And you can be there.


It’s sort of like dreaming

But you know where to go

And how to get back.

It works every time.


I visit my Gramma’s home a lot;

God padded it full of love.

For many little girls and boys

Gramma was an angel on earth.


I loved her so much and still do.

One day we will meet again.







We’ll continue on

Our big adventure called


Day 3 of NaPoWriMo

A Field of Gold

Oak Tree in Field

© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved


A sputtering drone lurched into view

Spurred on by a spring-fed breeze

Settled atop its rich golden coup:

A sunflower field, seized by bees.


Nectar rife in each stout bloom

“I’m in heaven,” spoke the bee

“A taste of honey in each fat flume

A field of gold just waits for me!”


It cruised with utmost accuracy

In its field of dreams that spring

This was plain-and-simple piracy

Such colonial dining, on the wing.


“Golden sweet powder for me, for me

My gift is my work, and I work to give

Thus, God made me a bee, so SEE!”

Day 2 0f NaPoWriMo

Daily Dabbling Dutifully Done


© 2013 Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved


A poem-a-day in the month of April?

Is a tad bit silly; goes better in May.

But an order here I will fulfill

About what or who I just can’t say.


The reader will have to wait in line

As the poet scritches the hoary head

Crossing the Ts and the words align

Wafting at play the slatey threads.


I whoof off those stringy cobwebs

Sit up straight and take a breath

Thoughts pop in, then out they ebb

Some alive, others scrubbed in death.


Cheerio! I say to anyone present

Read these lines and in between

We shall have daily times spent

A’ scribbling in this blogging scene.

Day 1 NaPoWriMo